A Friend in Serbia

Just like you, I watch porn. I like seeing bears barebacking twinks and leaving a generous cream pie, best in a  bondage setting (I like to imagine I am the twink). The problem with porn is that the videographers so totally lack imagination and creativity. This is true even for the well-heeled production companies that still insist in minimal set-up and then straight to cocks in butts with or without a cum shot. What we need is something truly erotic, a well developed story line, erotic creativity, imagination and a professional screenplay. It can be done in 15, 20, 30 minutes, I’d even watch an hour if it was a  good story…dammit I’d watch an entire series if someone would make it! So…here is a screenplay in progress. I’ll post the finished piece but before then I’d love to see what reaction (if any at all) I’ll get from the GayDemon readership. This one’s free, if you are a film maker…let’s talk. I think there is money to be made in professionally filmed, story driven porn. The screenplay below is from a professionally formatted screenplay...just read and imagine you are watching a screen...

INT.  INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY

Scene shows an individual in silhouette, appears to be in mid- thirties. Voice is disguised.

INTERVIEWER: So...how did it begin?

VICTIM SAM: Chat rooms. Figured it was the safest way.

INTERVIEWER: Safe How?

VICTIM SAM: I used a VPN and a fake name. I’d go on to chat rooms after work, sometimes for several hours

INTERVIEWER: Gay chat rooms right?

VICTIM SAM: No. I’d talk mostly to women,sometimes to straight guys about women. But then I did run across a few gay guys.

INTERVIEWER: You chatted with them?

VICTIM SAM: Yeah. You might say I was “gay curious.” I’d had an encounter with someone when I was sixteen that was disturbing, but it left me curious about gay sex.

INTERVIEWER: Disturbing how?

VICTIM SAM: The guy was a tattoo artist, I was really interested in Tats and I would watch him work after school. He was always offering to give me a free tat - the only condition was that he would decide where to put it. I knew he was gay so I took a while to let him do it.

INTERVIEWER: So you let him?

FADE IN:

INT. TATTOO PARLOR - DAY

CUT TO: A young man lies on a table, jeans down to his knees. He watches red-faced as the artist shaves above a sizeable cock.

VICTIM SAM (Voice Over) Eventually yes. I wouldn’t get naked but I had to pull my jeans down and take my T-shirt off. He went ahead and shaved my stomach above my cock. I was too embarrassed to say no. He did a star burst or sun burst tat radiating out from my cock. It was really colorful. When he was finished he had me roll over so he could do a “little something” on one cheek of my ass.

INTERVIEWER (V.O.) And that was it? Nothing more?

VICTIM SAM (V.O.) That was it. He seemed very happy with it. I got up and got dressed. When I got home I looked in a mirror and actually liked the tattoo. But when I looked on my ass I saw that he had tattooed his initials on my ass!

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

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Victim Sam is standing front of a mirror naked. We see him from the rear, his reflection in the mirror showing the tattoo on his pubic area. We see the initials “D.O.” in black on his left cheek.

INTERVIEWER (V.O.) His initials?

VICTIM SAM (V.O.): Yeah. I was pissed. When I spoke to him about it he laughed and said he always signs his work.

INT. INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY

INTERVIEWER So...back to the chat rooms?

VICTIM SAM: Yes, that experience left me curious enough to talk to gay guys once in a while. I figured it was safe enough in a chat room. I didn’t get into trouble tho until Zelda

INTERVIEWER: A girl?

VICTIM SAM: Yes. She was a stunner, blonde stacked beautiful. We hit it off quickly. We started taking on a regular basis. Once we shared our actual locations and emails I started feeling safe with her.

INTERVIEWER: She knew some personal info?

VICTIM SAM: Yes. She was in Serbia. I figured it was safe since she was so far away. Things were fine until the shaving thing.

INTERVIEWER: Shaving?

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INT. DARKENED BEDROOM NIGHT

Sam is at his computer screen, a large flat screen. An attractive blonde, ZELDA, is on the screen. She is wearing a tight t-shirt revealing ample breasts and taut nipples.

ZELDA: Sam, you are a handsome boy. You know, we know each other well enough now...I’d love to see you without your tee shirt on...

She smiles coyly

VICTIM SAM: Oh! Er...well, yes, I guess we have been talking a long time now...I guess I could...

ZELDA: Tell you what, Sam, you take off yours, I’ll take off mine.

Sam grins, takes a deep breath and peels off his t-shirt. Zelda giggles and begins to peel of her own shirt, exposing firm tight breasts. She grins and tickles here nipples with her fingertips. Sam’s breathing is harder.

VICTIM SAM: Wow, Zelda, you are gorgeous

ZELDA: I love the way you look too. I love your nipples, they are big for a boy...the only thing I don’t like is the hair on your chest. I like smooth boys.

VICTIM SAM: Okay...next time I’ll shave my chest..

ZELDA: Next time? Why not now? Please, get some shaving cream and shave your chest for me. I’ll watch, if you do it I’ll show you something special...

Sam, grins and rises from his chair.

VICTIM SAM: Okay, hold on a minute...

Sam leaps up and walks off-screen. Zelda plays with her nipples and moments later Sam returns with a razor and a can of shaving cream.

ZELDA: Oooh! Nice...spread lots of it over your chest and stomach and then let me watch you shave!

Sam spreads the shave cream over his chest and stomach, then grins as he begins to shave.

ZELDA (CONT’D): Shave around those big nipples and then tease them so they pert up Sam!

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

View changes as we see what Zelda sees as Sam smooths shave cream over his chest which is lightly covered in dark hair. H grins and tickles his nipples

VICTIM SAM: There...I can feel them getting hard and standing up...

Sam shaves quickly, moving down to his stomach and the waistband of his Nike running shorts.

ZELDA: Go lower Sam, keep shaving on down lower.

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

View changes back to the screen as we see Zelda stand and lower her shorts, showing the top of her patch of pubic hair.

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Change back to original view as Sam hesitates, grins, and then pushes down the band of his shorts to just above his cock

VICTIM SAM: You like this? Want me to keep shaving?

ZELDA (V.O.): Yes, Go ahead, Sam, drop your shorts for me, let me see everything, I’ll do the same if you do.

Sam pushes down his shorts to reveal a covering of light brown hair over the sunburst tattoo...

ZELDA (V.O.): Oooh Sam! What a nice tat! What a nice cock! So Big! Please Sam, smooth shave cream over your cock and balls and shave them, shave everything super smooth!

Sam steps out of his shorts and sprays shave cream over his stiffening cock and balls. He slowly shaves his balls, under his crotch and the base of his cock.

ZELDA (V.O.): Oh! Sam, look now I am showing you mine. I’m getting very wet! Wipe all the shave cream off...Sam, do you have any oil? You really need to massage some oil into your cock and balls after a close shave.

VICTIM SAM: Oooh! Yeah, that’s a good idea.

Sam’s hand reaches off screen for a bottle of vitamin E oil. He wipes away the shave cream and begins to massage the oil into his balls, his lower stomach...and then his now hard cock.

ZELDA (V.O.): Keep rubbing it in Sam, up and down your lovely cock, keep doing it Sam, I want to see you come Sam, come all over that lovely tattoo! Do it Sam, then I’ll do it for you!

Sam moans as he strokes the oil over his cock and his gleaming balls and tattoo. He then strokes his cock until suddenly he comes, a gushing stream of jism spurting over his chest, stomach and tattoo.

VICTIM SAM: Uuunh!Oh Man, I am so hot! I hope this turns you on...I really want to see you do the same thing, I really want to see you come! This is the best fucking Net sex I have ever had!

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

View changes again as we see Sam’s back and the screen with Zelda as she is pulling up her shorts and then pulling her T- shirt over her head.

VICTIM SAM: Hey! Wait a minute, I want to watch you come...

ZELDA: Sorry Sam - didn’t realize it was so late, Bye. The screen goes to black.

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INT.  INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY We see the silhouette of Sam.

INTERVIEWER: She just left you hanging?

VICTIM SAM: Yeah. I tried to contact her back for a few days after that but it was a week before she came back on.

INTERVIEWER: And was that when the switch occurred?

VICTIM SAM: Yeah. Everything went rotten right then and there.

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Sam is facing the screen as Zelda comes in to view.

ZELDA: Hi Sammy, sorry about last time. I had to run, my brother was coming in to the room.

VICTIM SAM: Oh No! In that case I am so glad you got off of me before he saw anything!

ZELDA: Well... that’s the problem, Sammy. He watched the whole thing on my computer after you logged off.

VICTIM SAM: What! How could he?

ZELDA: I didn’t realize it, Sammy, but I accidentally recorded the whole thing.

VICTIM SAM: Oh fuck no! I didn’t know you could even do that! You have to erase it, get rid of it!

ZELDA: I can’t Sammy, Zoltan liked it very much. He is gay and he wants to talk to you.

VICTIM SAM: No. You have to delete it. I’m not talking to anyone, maybe not even you!

Sam punches his keyboard, the screen goes black.

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INT. INTERVIEW ROOM-DAY

INTERVIEWER: So, that’s when the first email arrived?

VICTIM SAM: Yeah. A few minutes later. It was this guy Zoltan. He said I had better get back on Chat with him or he would go public with the video.He said he knew from Zelda where Ilived, knew from my Email address how to get to my LinkedIn profile - so he knew where I worked. I was an intern at a pretty starchy accounting firm, I would have been fired on the spot.

INTERVIEWER: So you got back on.

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Sam sits in front of his screen. As the screen camera view fills the screen we see a heavy set man in his forties with a close cropped black beard, ZOLTAN. He speaks English with a Russian-like accent.

ZOLTAN: Glad you see the sense of coming back on Sammy. I know the last thing you want is for me to put your gay video on the Internet.

VICTIM SAM: You have to delete it - now...what...Gay you said, it wasn’t gay!

ZOLTAN: It is now. Watch and I’ll play a little of it back for you...

A window opens up on the side of the screen. We see Sam stroking his erect cock. A man’s deep voice in an American accent is speaking

AMERICAN (V.O.)
Keep rubbing it in Sam, up and down your lovely cock, keep doing it Sam, I want to see you come Sam, come all over that lovely tattoo! Do it Sam, then I’ll do it for you!

VICTIM SAM (IN WINDOW): Uuunh!Oh Man, I am so hot! I hope this turns you on...I really want to see you do the same thing, I really want to see you come! This is the best fucking Net sex I have ever had!

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
A shocked Sam sits stunned in front of the computer screen.

ZOLTAN (V.O.)
Sounds pretty gay to me Sammy. Just imagine how that is going to look on PornHub! I’d get good money for this! I wonder how long it would take for Preston, Baines,Bason Accounting to find that! I do have the Email address of the top partner of the firm!

VICTIM SAM: Look, I’m just and intern. I don’t make any money there. I can’t pay you anything!

ZOLTAN (V.O.): I don’t want money Sammy. I just want you to work with me. Just relax and co-operate and that video stays safe on a drive I keep away from the Internet. Of course, if you don’t want to make me happy, Sammy, I can always just sell it to PornHub...

VICTIM SAM: No, No, I don’t want that, I’ll do you want, just please don’t let anyone see it! (BEAT) I don’t mind making you happy, Zoltan.

ZOLTAN: That’s Mister. Zoltan

VICTIM SAM: Sorry, Mister Zoltan.

ZOLTAN: Good. Now, take your tee shirt offand drop your pants, Sammy...

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INT. INTERVIEW ROOM-DAY

INTERVIEWER: And that’s when he started the whole thing?

VICTIM SAM: Yeah, that’s was the start. He made me jack off. When I finished he said that he had recorded it, that he would record everything from here on - and as long as I did as he said he would be the only one seeing it.

INTERVIEWER: So, what happened then?

VICTIM SAM: He set up another ‘session’ a week from then. A few days later a package arrived in the mail. It was from a firm in China - lace panties, stockings and a garter belt.

INTERVIEWER: So let me guess. You had to be wearing that stuff the next time you went online.

VICTIM SAM: Yeah. I had no choice. I didn’t wear it when I went online but he forced me to get naked and put it all on in front of the webcam. Then I had to jack off again.

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

We see Sam in front of his computer, Zoltan on the screen. The view fades from view to view over a period of time. We see Sam sometimes naked, sometimes in lingerie, sometimes in leather, sometimes with toys and dildos, always being required to masturbate for Zoltan’s pleasure.

VICTIM SAM (V.O.): It quickly got to be three nights a week. After three weeks it almost got to be routine. He would send toys and devices and I’d have to ‘practice’ with them while he watched. Then, one night, he told me he wanted to upgrade ‘the video facilities’ in my apartment.

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EXT. APARTMENT HALLWAY - NIGHT

Elevator doors opens and we see Sammy exit, the camera tracks behind him as he turns down the hallway - so see his apartment door open. A cart stands in front of the door covered with electrical tools and equipment.

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INT. SAM’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Sam enters the apartment, a look of astonishment on his face. Two men are busy packing up equipment. ELECTRICIAN ONE looks up as Sammy enters. He speaks in a thick Russian accent.

ELECTRICIAN ONE: Oh, okay, we were supposed to be finished by the time you got back - but we had some difficulty concealing some the wiring and cameras in some of the walls.

VICTIM SAM: Doing what? How did you get in here. They both laugh

ELECTRICIAN ONE: Your manager let us in. She was real impressed that you wanted such a good security system. Anyway - it all works now.

The two men carry large bags out into the hallway and close the door behind them. Sammy stands in the middle of the main room of the apartment, looking stunned. He looks around.

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INT. SAM’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

We see a quick set of views of the room. We hear Sammy walking, followed by views of the kitchen, the bathroom and then the bedroom.

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Sammy stands in the middle of the room, looking at the ceiling and walls. As he does so, the computer on his desk comes on. Zoltan is on the screen. His voice fills the room from a hidden sound system.

ZOLTAN: No point in looking for the wiring and the cameras, Sammy, those guys are way too good for that. They’ve wired the entire apartment. Now I don’t have to watch you sitting at your desk...you’re going to be entertaining me wherever you are.

VICTIM SAM: How? You’re In Serbia...I mean...how did you do this?

ZOLTAN: I have friends everywhere, Sammy, that’s why you’d better do as you’re told. Now - take a shower and go lie of the bed naked. I’ll be watching!

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INT. SAM’S APARTMENT, VARIOUS LOCATION - NIGHT

We see a series of views of the apartment over a series of days. We see Sammy masturbating on the bed...leaning over a kitchen stool and backing onto a silicon cock with a suction cup attached to the fridge door, masturbating slowly in the shower, rising up and down on a silicon cock set on top of the stool. In the background we hear Zoltan’s voice giving directions, making demands.

VICTIM SAM (V.O.): Zoltan had me doing a lot of stuff - and I did it knowing he had local connections. I was afraid of him, but all the time it seemed he just wanted toenjoy himself by making me do this stuff I figured it would be okay, that he’d he tired of the whole thing and move on to someone else.

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INT. DARKENED INTERVIEW ROOM-DAY 

Silhouette of Sammy again.

INTERVIEWER (V.O.): But that’s not how it worked out right?

VICTIM SAM: Right. He was watching me all the time I was in the apartment and I was told not to leave, to get naked as soon as I got in from work. Then one night he said I would start doing something new. He said he had a few ‘very discreet friends’ and that I would have to start letting them watch me as well.

INTERVIEWER: And you knew then that he was setting you up as a webcam performer?

VICTIM SAM: Knew it right away. But I was so beat down by this time, and so scared of his Russian friends, that I said I would do it.

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INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Sam is standing beside his bed dressed in jeans and a shirt. The COLONEL is speaking with a German accent to him over the apartment sound system.

COLONEL: Now Sammy, I hope you are going to give me my money’s worth tonight. I want you to get naked, slowly, then smooth the baby oil over your ass and crotch and cock for me. You are wearing the right stuff under the jeans right?

VICTIM SAM: Yes sir, just like you ordered.

COLONEL: Nice. So get naked.

Sammy self consciously starts peeling off his shirt, then drops his jeans and steps out of them. He is wearing thigh high black lace hose and a garter belt. He climbs onto the bed and slowly starts to rub baby oil into his ass, crotch and balls.

COLONEL (CONT’D): I like that, Sammy. How does it feel to be wearing hose and a garter belt?

VICTIM SAM: Humiliating, I hate it...

COLONEL: Good. I want you to be humiliated. I want you to feel like you are going to become my twink cunt, my sperm bank... Now, start using the dildo. I want you to understand that you are preparing yourself for my substantial cock!

Sammy moans, grimaces, and reaches for the silicon cock beside the bed.

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INT. SAM’S APARTMENT A WEEK LATER - DAY

Sam is sitting in his living room. He appears to be nervously waiting for something. There is the sound of a bell tone at the door. Zoltan’s voice is heard over the apartment sound system.

ZOLTAN (V.O.): The driver is here Sammy. Remember, do as you are told, don’t ask questions - you can get punished for not co- operating.

Sammy stands and takes a few paces toward the door.

ZOLTAN CONT (V.O.) Sammy, I’ve already opened the door.

 An expat Russian, walks in.

DRIVER: So..you're ready, follow me, NOW!

He turns and leaves. Go Sammy! Sammy looks around.

ZOLTAN (V.O.): Do as you’re told!

Sammy walks out and the door automatically locks behind him.

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INT. DRIVER’S CAR -

Sammy is sitting in the back seat between two heavy set men.

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INT: AUTO - DRIVERS SEAT - DAY

DRIVER: Okay Sammy cunt - undo your pants and push them down to your ankles. I know you can’t run but let’s make sure eh?

Sammy looks humiliated, undoes his belt and slips his jeans down to his ankles. The men either side of him ignore him.

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EXT. DRONE VIEW - DAY

We see the heavily shaded car drive across the Bay Bridge and into San Francisco.

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EXT. SAN FRANCISCO, FOLSOM STREET - DAY

The car draws in to the curb, the heavy set men exit, followed by Sammmy - who is holding up his jeans sans belt with both hands in his pockets. They walk into a side door between a Russian Restaurant and a Tattoo Parlor.

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INT. TATTOO PARLOR - DAY

The two men push Sammy into the room, regular tattoo set-up. A man TATTOOIST, sits by the table sorting through some gleaming stainless steel items with gloved hands. He is wearing a surgical mask.

TATTOOIST: Great! Let’s get started! Strip off and get on the table.

VICTIM SAM: What are you going to do?

TATTOOIST: I’m gonna do what Mr. Zoltan wants, that’s what. Get on the fucking table.

Sammy trembles as he strips. The two heavy set men grin and fold their arms as they stand between Sammy and the door. The Tattooist wraps towels around each of Sammy’s forearms and fastens them with taps. Sammy is perplexed as he then lays on the table. The Tattooist puts Sammy’s arms by his side - then quickly wraps a heavy duty fabric strap over his arms and body, fastens it on the edge of the table and tightens it, pinning Sammy’s arms and body to the table.

VICTIM SAM: Of Fuck! Why do you need to do that?

TATTOOIST: Don’t be alarmed. Making sure you stay on the table that’s all.

The Tattooist then attaches stirrups to the table. Then he lifts Sammy’s feet into them, spreading his legs wide apart. He uses a strap to fasten each ankle into the stirrups. Sammy whimpers. The tattooist then uses a cotton swab to rub Sammy’s nipples with alcohol - then his cock, balls and crotch.

VICTIM SAM: You’re gonna put tats on my nipples and crotch?

TATTOOIST: Not exactly.

The two heavy set men snicker. The tattooist pulls a blue cover off a dish beside the table, lifts a small bottle and begins to fill a hypodermic syringe with clear fluid.

VICTIM SAM: Oh No! Please No!

TATTOOIST: Look, kid, since Mr. Zoltan wants a really large gauge and a capsule to start off with I recommended the Novacaine. So consider yourself lucky and don’t make a noise!

The Tattooist begins to inject Sammy’s crotch, then the base of his ball sac and cock. Sammy moans and whimpers.

VICTIM SAM: Oh Fuck! Please don’t do it, please...

The Tattooist ignores Sammy, making numerous injections around his cock, then at the top of the shaft below the head. Sammy flinches each time. He then moves to Sammy’s nipples

TATTOOIST: Since we have this to numb your cock and crotch, you get to have it for your tits as well - your lucky day! And don’t be alarmed - I have done this for Mr. Zoltan a lot of times!

The Tattooist put the syringe down and picks up a felt tip pen, marks each nipple and then picks up a ten gauge piercing needle. He rubs Sammy’s right nipple with one gloved finger.

TATTOOIST (CONT’D) :This should be numb enough and while we’re doing this your junk will get really numbed up. I am an expert at this - so I hope you appreciate the fine workmanship and the attractive look! Now...breath in deeply, hold - and then blow out!

Sammy breathes in, blows out - then grunts as the needle pierces his nipple. The tattooist expertly inserts a ten gauge barbel with large steel balls. The he moves on to the left nipple. Same procedure. Sammy looks down at the large steel balls adorning each nipple. The tattooist probes Sammy’s cock with a finger. He picks up the syringe and injects directly into the head of Sammy’s cock.

TATTOOIST (CONT’D): I do like to ensure that my victims enjoy as painless a procedure as possible. Also makes it easier for you to watch as it is done.

The tattooist nods to a video camera blinking in one corner of the room.

TATTOOIST (CONT’D) Mr. Zoltan likes to watch as well via live steaming.

VICTIM SAM: Oh nooo...!

The tattooist picks up the pen again and marks point either side of the head of Sammy’s cock, well back in the thickest part of the flesh. He then uses a small gauge needle and pushes it through the head. Sammy moans but evidently feels no pain. The tattooist then picks up larger gauge needles until he is able to push a zero gauge needle through the piercing. He finally takes a two inch wide zero gauge stainless ring and feeds it through the piercing.

VICTIM SAM (CONT’D): That’s huge! I’ll never be able to fuck with that in there! 

The two heavy set men laugh out loud.

TATTOOIST: That’s the whole fucking idea, you dumb cunt!

The tattooist picks up a stainless tool that pulls the end of the ring together. He then slips a large, heavy stainless split-ball over the ends. He then reaches toward a second table and pulls it forward on wheels between Sammy’s legs. A vice like set of jaws close over the steel ball. The tattooist then uses a long lever to crank the jaws shut.

TATTOOIST (CONT’D) This will pressure weld the steel ball over the ring ends...no way it ever comes off.

Sammy gasps. The tattooist sprays the ball with ice-water. A wisp of steam rises from. He sprays it again.

TATTOOIST (CONT’D): You’ll have a hell of time trying to jack off with this in your cock. It’s heavy enough to make that painful. It’s gonna be sore for a while anyway. I’ll give you some info on how to care and clean it - and some strong analgesic to dull the pain for the next few days..so...let’s wrap up here!

He flops Sammy’s cock and the ring onto Sammy’s stomach, picks up a scalpel and makes a small incision just behind Sammy’s balls. He picks up a plastic capsule an inch and a half long and half an inch in diameter. He deftly inserts it under the skin behind Sammy’s balls, then uses a surgical needle to suture the incision shut. He rubs ointment on the wound, then nods to the two men. One steps forward and undoes the strap holding Sammy down.

So...that's it for now...an intermission. Let me know your thoughts and I'll continue.